Whatever Devero's expecting, it's not the lightshow, and it's definitely not a floating duck-looking thing the color of a safety vest. He's probably seen custom companion drones just as weird where he comes from, though, so that part only throws him for a moment. (He'll have to come back to the ball and the lightshow.)

Sure enough, there's a signal popping up to his hardware-self's senses. His gaze slides away from woman and pokemon, fingers moving slightly to bring up his sysmap. Lele's network ID is one dot on an overlay that's usually crowded with systems-- but one dot in the field is better than nothing.

--And he can't help but snigger at what that network ID actually says. "No mistaking it with an ID like that, huh?"

He leans into the aisle to peer at Lele. "Hey there," he says, and then peers up at her. "Is it reactive or just synced to you?"